Date: Sat, 3 May 2003 10:15:49 -0700 (PDT)
From: pigbottom_28@yahoo.com
Subject: Used Like a Bitch
USED LIKE A BITCH by pigbottom_28@yahoo.com
Being a 29 year old versatile sex pig in NYC is a hell of a lot of fun. I
am a waiter/actor and I am way cute. I have been considered cute for around
15 years now -- ever since I first got fucked by one of my dad's close
friends. I guess I may have been cute before then, but I didn't realize
it. Anyway, I learned early on to love sucking cock, eating ass and getting
fucked by big cock. When I got to college, I was pleased to find that I was
just as good a top as I was a bottom. Being real cute, blonde and hung made
me appealing to both tops and bottoms and I got the best of both worlds.
At school, I learned that being versatile makes you everyone's best
friend. It is pretty easy for me to find sex cause I am happy either
way. There were many times when I was real horny in school. I was always
able to find a slutty bottom to fuck and feed my seed to, and just as many
times when I needed cock and would find a hot jock ready to fuck my tight
boyhole. My best sex was usually with other piggy versatile guys cause we
would wind up fucking with wild abandon, cumming in each other's holes,
slapping each other and just getting into every scene imaginable.
Now that I live in NYC, I have an awesome time all the time. Lots of my
friends are other hot actors, and sexy Hispanic waiters. There isn't a day
that goes by that a hot businessman doesn't slip me his phone number and
e-mail address. And little twink boys can't seem to get enough of me. They
take one look at my tight muscled bod and the nice bulge in my jeans and
they basically beg to get their little slutty holes fucked.
I also have a real "thing" for ethnic guys. I love Arabs, Israelis, Turks
and other exotic fellas the best and the feeling seems to be pretty
mutual. These guys seem to love hanging out with a hot blonde white guy who
is totally confident with his sexuality and everything else. We tend to get
real piggy with each other and I find ethnic guys usually are real
comfortable with the things I hold dear -- water sports, fisting, cbt, and
cum cum cum.
My upstairs neighbor is a total God. He is half-Turkish and half-Indian, 26
years old, kinda dark but not really -- just a gorgeous multi-ethnic look
that no one could determine his origin. I'm not even sure if he is really
from Turkey and India. He may just as likely be from Egypt and Canada, or
Greece and France. Who knows? Who cares? Either way, he is a hung, amazing
God and I am desperately obsessed with him. When I get into a guy like this
there is no turning back. As much as I love being slutty and versatile
sometimes a guy comes along who makes me just want to be his total
slave. His name is Omar and he is AMAZING!
Anyway, Omar has a boyfriend, and probably a girlfriend too. I don't
know. This guy can have anything he wants. He has a huge nine inch uncut
cock that just drips precum all the time and he is so damn aggressive in
bed its like a circus or a hurricane or something altogether its own -- sex
with Omar is a masterpiece. With Omar, I am not versatile at all! I am
Mr. Pig Bottom himself.
Omar is pretty busy with his life. I imagine he has some big important job
on Wall Street, an active social life and a totally thrilling sex life, but
every once in awhile he will show up at my door, push me aside and make me
do all kinds of wonderful things with him. He usually grabs a beer first
and eats whatever I have in my fridge. Sometimes he will start out with a
light affectionate slap across my face or he'll spit on me. Other times he
will push me down to the floor, pull down his pants and urinate all over
me. He is marking his territory and I understand that entirely. From the
moment he enters my apartment, Omar owns me. I am his shit and he can do
anything he wants with me.
The guys who I top would be shocked to see me with Omar. They are used to
me being cocky and confident, shoving my cock up their holes and making
sure they have a damn good time. With Omar I am a submissive bitch in
heat. I live to lick his toes and eat his asshole clean. I want his cum in
everyone of my pores. I want him to use me and treat me like his whore and
his mistress and whatever else he may want at the moment. If he wants a
massage for two hours, I am his. If he needs a foot stool while he watches
TV that's cool too. I am here to serve him and be his total and complete
slave-dog-boy.
So, last night Omar knocked on my door while I was online choosing who I
should fuck for the night. I had a few options; one was a cute twenty year
old who I had met in a movie theatre recently. Another was a forty year old
guy who sucked cock like a Hoover and a third guy was this totally
submissive bottom boy who wanted me to come over, rape his hole and
leave. These were all interesting options, but when that door knocked, my
cock stood at attention and my heart skipped a beat. I knew I was in for a
fun evening.
I went over to the door and opened it, astonished to see that Omar looked
even better than I remembered. He worked out all the time, so every time I
saw him, he was a little buffer, a little tanner and a little more
confident and nasty. Omar told me to make him some dinner and that he was
gonna watch TV for awhile. He said, "you can service my feet in between
cooking, but fuck up my food, and I'm gonna give you a beating." Now, I
love when a top says something like that. How am I supposed to respond? I
mean, I want the beating, but I don't to disappoint him. I remember one
time a guy told me not to call my hole a pussy cause he didn't want to fuck
pussy. He told me I would be in deep trouble if I said anything about pussy
while we were fucking. For whatever reason, perhaps the excitement of the
moment and the fact that I almost always call "hole" pussy, in the middle
of our session, I said "yeah, fuck that boypussy." He immediately pulled
out and seriously started punching me. I couldn't tell whether he thought
he was punishing me or rewarding me, so I guess this scene can get pretty
baffling. If he really wanted to punish me, I think he would get up and
leave, although I tend to think that would turn me on on some level
too. There's nothing quite as hot as losing your dignity for a man.
Anyway, I got to work making Omar something I thought he would like; a
vegetable lasagna and a salad. In between cooking steps, I would go over to
him, get on my knees and suck on his beautiful sexy dark toes. I placed my
slutty tongue in between his dirty toes and licked his hard nails. I spent
lots of time servicing and massaging his amazing big toes. When he wanted
to reward me he would put just a little bit of energy in and gently push
his foot forward into my mouth. Just a little, not enough so that he was
really putting any effort in, but enough so that I would feel some pressure
from my hot God. What I really love is when he full out assaults with me
with his feet and cock -- when he shoves his foot hard against my face like
he's stepping on me. Hurting me and treating me like the whore I am makes
me smile and cum.
I alternated between servicing his feet and cooking his dinner. I was a
typical wife or girlfriend to Omar and it felt nice. When the food was
almost ready, I returned to Omar to find him laying on his stomach on my
sofa. He had his underwear off and when he heard me enter he said "eat my
hole bitch." I ran to his butt and shoved my tongue all the way up his
skanky hot ethnic hole. It was clear he handed showered any time
recently. He probably had sex this morning, worked out, went to work, took
a run, had sex again, and came over. At this point in the day, he was one
dirty boy and my tongue responded in total submission. Love a dirty,
sweaty, sexy hole to eat. I wanna feel like I am cleaning him and making
him feel like the God he is. I'm sure he probably never wipes. He probably
just goes from one boy or girl to another and keeps his ass clean that
way. Why waste energy when there are people out there willing to do the
work for you?
I got really carried away eating Omar's hole clean. My tongue was DEEP up
his ass. I was tongue fucking him, and he would reward me by sighing every
few minutes, or adjusting his body. The fact that he didn't stop me insured
that I was doing good work. I realized that the food was probably burning,
but how could I stop rimming him? It was way too good. I was in heaven and
the thought of a beating was pretty darn enticing anyway.
Eventually, neither Omar nor I could ignore the burning smell and smoke
from the kitchen, so I got up and found that indeed, Omar's meal was
ruined. He followed after me and looked very disappointed. The food was on
the table and it was burnt and fairly disgusting looking. Omar was naked at
this point and his big snake of a cock was lookin mighty amazing. He went
over to the food and peed all over it. His next instructions were for me to
eat the pee soaked burnt lasagna. Of course, I didn't really want to, but
that ultra serious face and the gorgeous cock swayed me. Why shouldn't I
eat the food? I mean, it was my fault that it was ruined. He took the food
out of its tray and dumped in on the floor. It was wet and gross and there
was tomato sauce and piss all over the floor. He kicked me down to the
floor and said "lick it up slut."
I was on my knees and started lapping up the piss first. It had dissipated
on to the floor and it was the yummiest part of the meal for sure. While I
continued licking, Omar had picked up the phone and was ordering dinner for
himself. He ordered a very expensive meal from a local French restaurant
that delivered including a fancy bottle of wine and used my Visa card which
was sitting by the phone. He told them to send the cute 16 year old busboy
up with the food, and they could put that on the charge as well. I didn't
hear Omar speak for a moment. They must have been conferring with the
busboy or something. Then, Omar said "sure. $200 is fine. Yeah, send him up
with the food now."
I continued eating my meal. Omar took a shower and said "I gotta clean up a
bit. I got a date with that cute French boy from downstairs. When I get out
of the shower, you better be finished eating that food." I didn't dare
throw away the food even though I could have. I knew it was my duty to
finish all of it, and it was my pleasure. Omar took a long twenty minute
shower and it was at about that time that I finished my last licks of piss
and lasagna. The door knocked soon after and Omar told me to get it.
At the door, stood the prettiest little French boy anyone ever saw. He was
completely androgynous and gorgeous and looked to be about the best fuck
ever. I was sure that Omar had already fucked this little whore's ass. The
French whore boy went into the dining room, set the table, and prepared
everything to Omar's liking. When all the food was displayed, the French
boy got underneath the table and opened his mouth. Omar sat down and
started eating an amazing French meal. The whoreboy took Omar's
ever-expanding mammoth cock in his mouth and worked that motha fucka
deep. Omar took his time eating and drinking, while I lay on the floor near
by observing and jerking off a little. The French boy kept his mouth secure
around Omar's cock the whole time, and as Omar was finishing up he shot a
load down the boy's throat.
Omar told me to come over and get under the table too. He switched mouths
and fed me some hot piss. The French boy kept his mouth open too, so Omar
decided to share his piss with both of us. I thought it unfair since French
boy got the cum, so I should get the piss, but I understood it was Omar's
game and he could do whatever he wants. And although I am hot and yummy, I
just can't compare to an unbelievable sixteen year old boy! Who can?
Omar peed in our mouths and all over our faces. There was a lot of piss so
I really had no reason to be jealous. There was enough to keep both of us
satisfied. Of course, I was paying for the French boy to be there, so I
guess I felt a little weird, but I also felt like Omar was really using me,
and that made me feel like his boy. It felt great to be owned by such a
powerful sexy master.
When Omar was done pissing he got up and told French boy to come with
him. He instructed me to clean my apartment and left his keys to clean
his. "If you do a good job, I will reward you with a taste of my precum
bitch, so you better work hard and make sure the whole place is spotless. I
won't be home tomorrow, so I expect you to take off work and make that
place beautiful."
Omar and French boy got up and left. I had no idea what they were gonna do
next, but I knew it was time for me to jack off thinking about the
possibilities. I hoped I did a good job cleaning his apartment cause I
wanted that precum so bad.
Gee whiz, after being with Omar for an evening, I really don't feel so
versatile anymore. I guess I need to think about that. Of course next time
I see a hot bubble butt on a twenty three year old Puerto Rican kid, I know
I'm gonna have to fuck it, so, who am I kidding. Seems like I have a pretty
awesome life. Can't wait to see what happens next for me!
The End, For Now. Feedback? Comments?
Much thanks to a few different guys who inspired this one, but namely my
friend David, who is a very amazing and wonderful versatile friend of
mine. I am NOT remotely versatile at the moment. Pigbottom_28@yahoo.com